<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:46:41.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>philophobic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-116021547643815348</id><published>2006-10-07T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:50:49.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chewingcandies.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;bye kiddos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-116021547643815348?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/116021547643815348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=116021547643815348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/116021547643815348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/116021547643815348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/10/moved-on-to-sweeter-pastriesbaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115745573910172439</id><published>2006-09-05T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:06.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hiatus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115745573910172439?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115745573910172439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115745573910172439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115745573910172439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115745573910172439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/09/hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115704332039996926</id><published>2006-09-01T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:05.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;three random less-known facts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. im from hong kong but i dont know how to play mahjong. (but i like dimsum!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. im done with grade 8 in piano but am not interested in a diploma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. i like dark chocolate, i hate peppermint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sometimes things seem the same, sometimes i feel like everything has changed. its warped that im envious, yet detestful of the past. i miss the naivety that was adolescence, i despise the decadence that was, and perhaps still in, growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i feel so random. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i must be losing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115704332039996926?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115704332039996926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115704332039996926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115704332039996926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115704332039996926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/09/three-random-less-known-facts1.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115686176738413499</id><published>2006-08-29T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:05.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;for all you unconcerned people who probably might not be very important people in my life if you dont know about this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;IM BACK IN HALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;to sum it up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;minimalist approach this time. super few things in my room (except the family of toys hurhur). my wardrobe is freaking pathetic. i must bring more clothes here, i feel so deprived. yikes did i just say that. and i only brought TWO bags here. can you believe it. TWO. sigh. best of all, NO FOOD IN MY ROOM. yes ive changed, no more gluttony. alright theres just one bar of chocolate now but since its from the bf its not counted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;im aching all over cos of ibg basketball yday despite it was my first day being back, apparently it wasnt a valid excuse (haha) i tried to hide my sports shoes but it was to no avail. and i realised my stamina is damn bad now and im a plop of fats. (yes thank you all hallers who said my face got chubbier. that is SO cute i know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;am feeling very homesick now. or rather scv-sick, goodfood-sick, privatetoilet-sick, maid-sick. yes i hate cleaning my own room. so sue me. ok la i miss my mummy n daddy n the sister who kopes my bags n clothes once im away. and my table even. tsk i have no place in the house anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the food in hall got better cos of the different caterer (thankgoodness!) and im now subjected to less peer pressure to go down for every single activity and have more time to rest n sit in front of my laptop to do crappy things like blog incoherently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ive not gone down for supper so far. its such a huge acheivement im so proud of myself. (ok i know its just the second day, but still)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;food at kent ridge campus is ten gabillion times better than btc's, though i heard arts canteen is closing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;if the shuttle bus timings dont get more reliable i will totally send an email or call somebody to complain. (and the damn wireless in MPA too. screwit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and ive been seeing/hearing/receiving alot of surprised stares n "hey you're back!!" from people here, yes thankyouverymuch i AM indeed back. so everyone is welcome to give me a welcomeback gift which could be anything like food/drinks/cash. yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115686176738413499?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115686176738413499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115686176738413499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115686176738413499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115686176738413499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-all-you-unconcerned-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115653734866945716</id><published>2006-08-26T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:05.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;what do you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;when you have so much to say, yet the words stop at your lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;when you have so much to ask, yet not the courage to hear the answers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;when your heart beckons you to follow, yet the mind holds you back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;when you know you have no place in this semi-charmed world, yet struggle to stay afloat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;what &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;me, i took the chance, for reasons of which some i know of, some i do not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i think, maybe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i should start trusting, and maybe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you will never let me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115653734866945716?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115653734866945716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115653734866945716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115653734866945716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115653734866945716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-do-you-do-when-you-have-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115595765100339358</id><published>2006-08-19T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:04.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MM says...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'The Singapore that we had - very orderly, very wholesome, very clean - is not good enough,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tourists nowadays enjoy entertainment such as the topless cabaret show Crazy Horse and the popular nightspot, Ministry of Sound.&lt;br /&gt;'So we must have more of these,'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so now orderly wholesome clean, our supposedly pride in the past, just doesnt cut it no more. but will be being less decent do the job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115595765100339358?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115595765100339358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115595765100339358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115595765100339358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115595765100339358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/08/mm-says.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115540218709618155</id><published>2006-08-13T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:04.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the past couple of days saw the finishing touches of matric week, the longest-ever-to-start bbq fire, much gay, and much love. school's starting in slightly over 24 hours. i have this much time to convince myself life aint a bitch with work (again) n school will rock my socks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115540218709618155?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115540218709618155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115540218709618155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115540218709618155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115540218709618155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/08/past-couple-of-days-saw-finishing.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115496841506386409</id><published>2006-08-08T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:04.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll be good from now on, cross my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115496841506386409?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115496841506386409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115496841506386409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115496841506386409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115496841506386409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-sorry_08.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115488572266248231</id><published>2006-08-07T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:03.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;operation spring cleaning part 2 is currently on hold till further motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyhooooos, watch Click everybody! yeah i know its supposed to be a brainless comedy but i think its funny and more worth your moolah than mr super red underwear returns. plus i like adam sandler. he has this unique way of doing his lines. so just rest your brain cells for once n watch Click!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;inauguration tmr. i cant believe i have to go for it. for my own year as a freshie i didnt even go for a single one of them. not nus inaug, not law inaug, not kr inaug. and tmr (i mean later) i have to totter to btc in full black n white. baaahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;on another totally random note, my dark chocolate cravings are back again, with a vengeance this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115488572266248231?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115488572266248231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115488572266248231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115488572266248231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115488572266248231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/08/operation-spring-cleaning-part-2-is.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115471953448451736</id><published>2006-08-05T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:03.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;spring clean part one. messy messy messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i realised, just for accessories-sorting and clothes packing, i'll need another long day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;gahhh i seem to love my junk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115471953448451736?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115471953448451736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115471953448451736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115471953448451736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115471953448451736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/08/spring-clean-part-one.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115436269100022190</id><published>2006-08-01T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:03.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and so i went for a dental checkup today. turns out i need to extract my wisdom tooth. classic case of ignorance is bliss (ok maybe not) cos now i cant find a good time for the surgery cos school's starting and the second part of orientation prep is going on. and i have no desire to go to school with any discomfort in my mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so anyhows, anyone who has extracted their wisdom teeth with a good dentist to recommend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;on another note, chatting with hall people like ken n qingyou brings back many memories of the past year. and now that fwoc has started (something that i thought i'll be a part of initially), i cant help but reminiscence. plus a simple message passed to me by an innocent ignorant third party "fwoc tmr lobby at 11". i almost cant bear to say, im not staying there anymore. but i know and i understand the reasons for leaving. its just that, neither can i forget the reasons for staying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;despite all these, im glad to have you here, putting up with all my nonsense, and always being around. thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115436269100022190?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115436269100022190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115436269100022190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115436269100022190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115436269100022190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-so-i-went-for-dental-checkup-today.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115427972348179747</id><published>2006-07-31T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:02.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe its the writer's block. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but, truth is, i dont want to pen down the happenings recently, simply because it is written proof of how time is passing me by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;call me chicken, i cant deal with going back to school again after these three months. and oddly, this is worse than the 8month break after Alevels. i wanted for school to start then. the endless possibilities, the promise of new forged friendships and a new life, basically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;now, all i want, is for my holidays to be longer. maybe the first year put me off. or maybe, i just no longer see myself being able to toil through all that again, and again. yet looking around me, i seem to be alone in this dreadful mess. and perhaps that is true. but ive screwed up, what can i say. things i shouldnt have done, i did. things i should have done, i did not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and what i really want to say is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i just want to leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and &lt;em&gt;be away&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115427972348179747?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115427972348179747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115427972348179747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115427972348179747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115427972348179747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/07/maybe-its-writers-block.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115348381325984492</id><published>2006-07-21T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:01.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The zoo is full of love. SDU will have more luck here than camps with warped gender ratios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/IMGP3435.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/IMGP3435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/IMGP3435.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/IMGP3435.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/IMGP3436.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/IMGP3436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/IMGP3436.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/IMGP3436.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/IMGP3437.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/IMGP3437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/IMGP3437.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/IMGP3438.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/IMGP3438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/IMGP3438.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;there's public display of affection.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/IMGP3482.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/IMGP3482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even homosexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/IMGP3476.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/IMGP3476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we have those who pine for lost love..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/IMGP3430.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/IMGP3430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, those who drown in their sorrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/IMGP3467.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/IMGP3467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naturally, some have better things to do than to think about romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/IMGP3473.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/IMGP3473.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animalistic love aside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115348381325984492?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115348381325984492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115348381325984492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115348381325984492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115348381325984492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/07/zoo-is-full-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115347352795005901</id><published>2006-07-21T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:01.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 370px; HEIGHT: 74px" height="63" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/4;10716;117/st/20060726/e/the+return+of+the+panda/dt/12/k/0937/event.png" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115347352795005901?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115347352795005901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115347352795005901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115347352795005901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115347352795005901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115324621472175690</id><published>2006-07-19T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:00.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/chip%20n%20dale%20etc%200231.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/chip%20n%20dale%20etc%200231.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/chip%20n%20dale%20etc%200231.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pronunciation: 'fam-lE, 'fa-m&amp;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Function: noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Inflected Form(s): plural -lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Etymology: Middle English familie, from Latin familia household (including servants as well as kin of the householder), from famulus servant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the basic unit in society traditionally consisting of two parents rearing their children; also : any of various social units differing from but regarded as equivalent to the traditional family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's official, they're new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyhows i have a new dream car (for the moment)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/chip%20n%20dale%20etc%200131.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/chip%20n%20dale%20etc%200131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;damn, aint it pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115324621472175690?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115324621472175690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115324621472175690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115324621472175690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115324621472175690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/07/familypronunciation-fam-le-fa-m-also.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115307017959288550</id><published>2006-07-17T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:00.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;community service for flag 2006 with kids from MINDS. the girl i was bringing ard was easily the cutest kid there. she looked and act like a perfectly normal 5 year old, in fact. and she gave me a kiss at the end of everything. how sweet (: i guess seeing these children should make us cherish our lives more. after all, we're all given one life, yet they have it so much harder. the older they are, the more obvious their difference from normal kids. but i think God made each and everyone of his children special in their own ways. oh wells, hope they had fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115307017959288550?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115307017959288550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115307017959288550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115307017959288550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115307017959288550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/07/community-service-for-flag-2006-with.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115264915949541925</id><published>2006-07-12T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:10:00.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;    The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;    Who certain of his fate loves not his wronger;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;    But O, what damned minutes tells he o'er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;    Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet fondly loves?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Othello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115264915949541925?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115264915949541925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115264915949541925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115264915949541925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115264915949541925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-is-green-eyed-monster-which-doth.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115218441524801145</id><published>2006-07-06T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:59.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;while silently lamenting the hunger pangs till dinnertime, i had an epiphany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it would be one heck of a life i'll be living, if eating makes you lose weight. (just allow me one minute of folly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i've come to a realisation, that apart from the babes whom i loved (and still love!) in each stage of my academic life, somehow i've managed to remember the days of our lives with... what else but FOOD (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;primary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- fishballs i ate everyday till i puked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- fried strips of i-dunno-what-but-i-still-miss-them (hey i even dapaoed them home for my family k. wth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- money bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- cup noodles (which they made us transfer to bowls for fear of chemicals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- puny cups of milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- fried chicken wings (ok i'll admit it, i was hailed "ji chi pang gong zhu" aka chicken wing princess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;st. nicks (where the canteen is killer big)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- orange bowl. omg orange bowl. uncle mifen mian gan. yi dian dian la jiao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- blue bowl. sheng mian was the craze for a while. ironically ive not touched it since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- western food! which came in much later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- FRIED FOOD DAY. which they cruelly changed to once a freaking week, plus only alternate sides of the canteen stalls can sell fried food on weds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- associated with the last point, the fried wanton stall. i remember every alternate wed, the 3/4faith classroom (the privileged aircon) would smell of chicken wings n fried wantons. and they were f*cking cheap really. 20cents for 3 wantons. 30cents for chickenwings. the perks of sharing a canteen with the primary kiddos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- drink stall. newsworthy teh tarik (well it did appear on the papers). iced milo. ribena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- toast/icecream/fruit stall. ham n cheese toast. though this one i remember once there was a strand of hair kiapped in between the toast. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- meesiam (side stalls which we bought from when queues everywhere else were too long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;jc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- temasnack (sounds like tmd but nvm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- fruit stall (the one n only aunty n uncle who disallows you to buy a certain drink cos u have a bad throat n insists that you drink something else)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- western food!!! (from not being able to finish the portion, to eating more than one portion. great stomach stretch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- fried fish noodles. killer soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- sting ray from malay stall. gasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- roasted duck and 'ru dan' from (erm) chicken rice store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;at the hawker centres opposite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- duper nice duck rice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- killer sliced fish/seafood soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- one dollar free flow chicken rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- very famous must wait half an hour yet not very nice char kway tiao with disgusting 'hum's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- waffles at the bakery. sighhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so, food is so important it can almost write your life story! ok this entry wasnt very helpful to my hunger pangs but it kept me lost in blissful thoughts for a while. *burp (ok im kidding. i really actually have no idea how to burp to save my ass.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115218441524801145?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115218441524801145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115218441524801145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115218441524801145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115218441524801145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/07/while-silently-lamenting-hunger-pangs.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115183391428549785</id><published>2006-07-02T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:59.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/retro!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/retro%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;thanks to shuwen for this photo taken during formal dinner for law camp. its our retro pic, what with stripes n dots (: now, i just have to remember who was it we asked to help our og take our group photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115183391428549785?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115183391428549785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115183391428549785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115183391428549785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115183391428549785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/07/thanks-to-shuwen-for-this-photo-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115176932481228663</id><published>2006-07-01T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:59.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;miraculously the two hectic weeks have passed in what seems like a flash now. going to school is good. it saved me lots of money, considering that right after the camp, today i resumed shopping n bought a couple of more stuff again. not to mention tmr, the day after, yadayada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyhows, i think law camp was rather good. distorted gender ratio aside (though it wasnt such a problem for my og, just that i had to play secret pal, sigh), i think at least i managed to get an idea of what i missed out last year. the og was good as well, no problematic freshie, they were all good kids who were adequately sporting more or less. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and so, besides shopping, caught superman returns today. not too bad. just that after the flick i was feeling half dangled. i cant really tell why, but to me it seemed as if there werent any real climax or conflict between superman n the baddie. ok fine, there was sort of some fight la, but that short part ended in superman nearly dying, not triumphing over evil. and in the end the bad guy just got stranded on some random island because of a totally unrelated unsupermanish factor like erm, lack of petroleum. wheres the standard comic hero scenes, with all the fighting n superman winning the bad guy. and as for superman nearly dying cos apparently the bad guy jabbed him with some crystal fatal to superman, how did he suddenly just recover?! ok fine he is superman i know, but in the first place the crystal is deadly fatal to him isnt it. i mean, if he can just recover out of nowhere, whats the very deadly fatal crystal for in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;on another random (and more personal) note, why did they make the husband of lois lane kinda not bad looking and such a good character as well. it gives me such a dilemma trying to choose whether superman ought to get lois n his son back. tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh and btw, i think that bimbo woman companion of the baddie, kinda resembles liv tyler a lil. oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ahh and thanks bren for slping on the table the past few nights. though i know u totally enjoyed dbl o. *winks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115176932481228663?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115176932481228663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115176932481228663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115176932481228663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115176932481228663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/07/miraculously-two-hectic-weeks-have.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-115116298635419856</id><published>2006-06-24T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:59.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;busy week with dryrun of law camp in school. foreseeing an even more hectic next week with law camp itself proper. nonetheless, always time for fooling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;bonnie and clyde. haha apparently chun loved our impersonation and thought it really looked the part. and since chun's the IC, who am i to protest. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;check out the first pic. i thought that blurry figure between jared and audrey looked damn freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on at mel's...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/dressup%20dryrun%20n%202903%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/dressup%20dryrun%20n%202903%200131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/dressup%20dryrun%20n%202903%200131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/dressup%20dryrun%20n%202903%200111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/dressup%20dryrun%20n%202903%200111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;not everyone's in the pic i know. but not all of 2903 turned up anyway. of course, the most important part was that FINALLY me bren pq n teresa could sit n talk. finally. from the days when we could hang out everyday in the canteen during those maths lessons we didnt have to attend, to now where its so hard to meet up (courtesy to teresa esp, bren not included, i see bren like all the time). boy i miss those times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/dressup%20dryrun%20n%202903%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115116298635419856?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115116298635419856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115116298635419856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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really love me a whole lot, or if you are bored to bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hate pmsing. i do. granted that i dont usually get cramps, but if i do, they kinda cringe me up into a nasty furball (which really is what is happening now actually). and there's this amazing connection in my body which sort of connects the pms system to my head, which is causing my throbbing headache now as i type. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and so i seek solace in my favourite macadamia chocolates and meiji milk. which happen to make me feel even more bloated than ever (if you dont know that periods make you bloat you suck). and i hate standing n sitting repeatedly if im pmsing, which means it was kinda bad during service just now where we stood n sat n stood n sat repeatedly. and after that lunch at imperial treasure, queuing sucks. plus, i have two blister wounds from wearing heels which are killers everytime water touches them. and i hate the fact that i seem to be not typing coherently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the thought of tuition and having to travel back to school next week makes my cramps feel worse in a supernaturalistic manner. the state of my messy room and table and floor is pissing me off. the only thing im possibly glad about is my maid returning to singapore tonight so we can all eat proper food once again instead of takeouts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh wells. happy fathers' day anyhow. dad dont blame me if i bet on soccer cos i totally need to mend the hole your gift burned in my pocket. gahhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;by the way, did i mention i hate pmsing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115062199052040695?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115062199052040695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;due to the constant torture of watching england screw its game up and seeing stick insect (crouch) prance around until he finally did some good with his heading, im too drained to even write coherently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;if a picture speaks a thousand words, well here's four thousand to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;siloso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-115039631557239123?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/115039631557239123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=115039631557239123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115039631557239123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/115039631557239123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/06/due-to-constant-torture-of-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114944557229002112</id><published>2006-06-05T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:58.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;deeg stealing my shades/ the girls/ more girls/ poor ns man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so sorry i didnt quite get the whole gang in cos... i was too lazy to take pics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but anyhows the most memorable thing was... the shit drinks. deeg, pls dont ever be a bartender. oh wells. anyway bye desmond, and bye to your hair. no more bad hair days for you. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114944557229002112?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114944557229002112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114944557229002112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114944557229002112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114944557229002112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/06/deeg-stealing-my-shades-girls-more.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114918229104358319</id><published>2006-06-02T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:57.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;caught &lt;strong&gt;grease &lt;/strong&gt;last night, which was good. how would life be if it was all like that. songs and dances. pretty dresses and summers. and to think i could bump into weishan at the indoor stadium. the songs keep playing in my head. great evening, thank &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mambo after that wasnt all that good though. granted it was the first time i actually ate food from zouk. not very nice, if i can remember clearly. that being said, i think this is it for the time being for clubbing. getting tired of it. looking forward to a more.... orderly life. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and thanks mom too for the birthday gift. love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;aights tentatively for the june babies n desmond farewell celebrations (sounds like we're glad to see him go. haha) we have two connecting suites at our disposal. other plans to be confirmed la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114918229104358319?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114918229104358319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114918229104358319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114918229104358319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114918229104358319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/06/caught-grease-last-night-which-was.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114866610705263158</id><published>2006-05-27T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:57.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To: a role model, an inspiration, and most of all, a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Packing up the dreams God planted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the fertile soil of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can't believe the hopes He's granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Means a chapter in your life is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But we'll keep you close as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It won't even seem you've gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Cause our hearts in big and small ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Will keep the love that keeps us strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And friends are friends forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If the Lord's the Lord of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And a friend will not say never'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause the welcome will not end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Though it's hard to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the Father's hands we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That a lifetime's not too long to live as friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;With the faith and love God's given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Springing from the hope we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We will pray the joy you'll live in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is the strength that now you show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But we'll keep you close as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It won't even seem you've gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Cause our hearts in big and small ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Will keep the love that keeps us strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And friends are friends forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If the Lord's the Lord of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And a friend will not say never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Cause the welcome will not end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Though it's hard to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the Father's hands we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That a lifetime's not too long to live as friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114866610705263158?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114866610705263158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114866610705263158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114866610705263158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114866610705263158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-role-model-inspiration-and-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114855285586923708</id><published>2006-05-25T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:57.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;korea in a nutshell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114855285586923708?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114855285586923708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114855285586923708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114855285586923708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114855285586923708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/05/korea-in-nutshell.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114761314689426767</id><published>2006-05-14T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:55.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;my memory is failing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;weeks ago i was thinking of what to get for mothers' day (must have been one of those think-of-anything-but-mugging times during the exams). and then after which i sort of forgot about it. until this morning i woke for church, and realised today is the service for mothers' day. and.... DAMMNIT mothers' day! and i cant even play cheat n try to coax my lil sis into letting me share her gift cos she didnt get one as well. omg we're the worst daughters in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sorry mom! i swear i'll get you something tmr before we fly off to korea! i heart you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;on a side note, goodbye singapore for now. and goodbye to you, for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114761314689426767?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114761314689426767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114761314689426767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114761314689426767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114761314689426767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-memory-is-failing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114745159199453872</id><published>2006-05-13T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:55.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;went to see qy and his big knee today. dont worry vainpot your scars dont look big at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hate going out on rainy days. or walking on wet ground. anyways went to check out a country club near dhoby ghaut which i never knew existed. nice place really, tranquil yet sophiscated. quiet enough yet still modern. cant believed i touched a pool cue since goodness knows when. am surprised the balls didnt fly off the tables. lets not talk about the games though, after all, i played against a guy and you cant blame girls for not being as good (ok lets not be feminist for a minute or two). even crooned a couple of tunes at the karaoke rooms which were again very nice with plush couches. i think this explains my itching throat now. i dont see whats with my weak throat nowadays really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;cant wait to fly away from singapore on monday. make your last orders people. ive had loads of seaweed orders so far. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and somehow, loss escalated into anguish, faded into oblivion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114745159199453872?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114745159199453872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114745159199453872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114745159199453872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114745159199453872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/05/went-to-see-qy-and-his-big-knee-today.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114736006009572700</id><published>2006-05-11T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:54.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; alas, what a superficial world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyhows, was out with deegy bird the other day n we bumped into some other pri sch friend who's older. anw the guy's not the point. the point is, he said he's in the f&amp;amp;b line and is going to (gasp) bring in hongkong's fishballs n shuimai (NOT the usual kind you have here in spore) and other hk snacks! yessssss. no more pining for hk fishballs n shuimai. so i really wish him success in this business for my own good. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;on another totally random note, i curled my hair again today. spent a good old 4 hours in there. and although many have expressed shock n bewilderment at the seemingly expensive price, i think its an alright deal for cut treatment perm. thanks to eric my rather gay yet rather manly (oxymoronic i know) stylist. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114736006009572700?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114736006009572700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114736006009572700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114736006009572700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114736006009572700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/05/alas-what-superficial-world.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114709900478908310</id><published>2006-05-08T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:54.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;good news is, perhaps cos of my frantic water drinking last night, i didnt end up with a throat inflammation cum fever this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;bad news is, i did wake with a very &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;vivid nightmare. so maybe it is true that dreams reflect your greatest fears. woke with a strained feeling in my heart, heartwrench i presume. and my heart stays heavy, for how long i do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i know its only been this little while. but imagining things makes me less sane. maybe it'll get better when i fly to korea next week, i dont know where all this is heading though. im less composed than i predicted. and the nightmare only made things worse. it was too real. right down to the snigger in your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and so i think, mere trust &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; isnt enough to get me by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but as it always turns out in the end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;its okay i dont care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114709900478908310?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114709900478908310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114709900478908310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114709900478908310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114709900478908310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-news-is-perhaps-cos-of-my-frantic.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114702337845987134</id><published>2006-05-08T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:54.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;late nights, booze, raised voices, junk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;has taken its toll on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;am currently feeling like crap with a sore throat and i have those, you know, vulnerable feeling like im gonna be down with some fever soon or sth. and when you feel chilly even on a windless night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;thank goodness im all set with vcds to watch in the comfort of home, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and where are you, when i need you most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114702337845987134?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114702337845987134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114702337845987134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114702337845987134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114702337845987134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/05/late-nights-booze-raised-voices.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114692046435318202</id><published>2006-05-06T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:53.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sometimes, i blame you for everything that i do these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sometimes, i blame you for my semi-charmed life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;then i remind myself, life's supposed to be better without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;is &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114692046435318202?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114692046435318202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114692046435318202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114692046435318202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114692046435318202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-i-blame-you-for-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114681848528536928</id><published>2006-05-05T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:53.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/pink.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/pink.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mascara anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;on a side note, im currently very disturbed cos i seemed to have passed a speed camera at about 110 last night when the limit was 90. i dont think i got caught actually... but i cant help feeling a tad disturbed. i hope not, pls not! fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114681848528536928?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114681848528536928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114681848528536928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114681848528536928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114681848528536928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/05/mascara-anyoneon-side-note-im.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114676066877636325</id><published>2006-05-05T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:53.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;post exams in a brief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;contracts suck shit. no time to finish. wrote gibberish. but i shall remain in happy denial till the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mambo brings the world together. met loads of SN people and fellow nus post-exams-finally people. and they really should have more places for bag deposits. and stupid pq i dont know where you disappeared to, me n jackie trekked thru the whole damn mambo crowd to look for you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;shopping sprees. room's packed with stuff with tags on still in their carriers. no more shopping for the month! ok, week maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;am really very tired. havent gotten proper sleep since contracts. which explains the lack of mood to even write coherently. but i relish in the feeling of strolling ard shopping, checking books out, and just bum around (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114676066877636325?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114676066877636325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114676066877636325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114676066877636325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114676066877636325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/05/post-exams-in-briefcontracts-suck-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114647894423708447</id><published>2006-05-01T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:52.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;such posts are really in reflection of my near-taste of freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;not that its been hectic work. WHAT work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but freedom equals no more guilt for no work done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;good. i like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;screw you stupid notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(until the vice versa happens when i check the results.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114647894423708447?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114647894423708447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114647894423708447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114647894423708447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114647894423708447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/05/such-posts-are-really-in-reflection-of.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114630663319672289</id><published>2006-04-29T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:52.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;whoa. retribution for sleeping n not mugging. i wake up to being tagged. haha by a good friend nonetheless. fine here's to you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Who are you? - kingman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Are we friends? - haha sure, and teammates. hahaha. friends are more than mere meeting all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. When and how did we meet? - haha omg hmm i know! same orientation group! err sec one? i have that freaky photo where we look damn toot. haha and the days where you came down to my class to see if ive ended class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. Do you have a crush on me? - oh yes i have a super crush on you. super.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. Would you ever be attracted to me? - haha oh yeah! let's have our own version of brokeback! dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. - blur queen! haha speaks for itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;7. Describe me in one word. - bubbly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;8. What was your first impression? - this is tough. hmm somewhat quiet at first? (honestly i cant remember) haha but anyway if i ever thought you were quite quiet, boy was i wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;9. Do you still think that way about me now? - haha i answered that above already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;10. What reminds you of me? - wushu, memory loss cases (omg i remembered i freaked out that time u bumped your head!), bball, st nicks, 4 faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;11. If you could give me anything what would it be? - a new hp? (haha is yours still spoilt?). no la, if really anything, happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;12. How well do you know me? - hmm hard to say now cos our lives havent crossed in a while. haha shall solve this when we meet up in the hols yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;13. When's the last time you saw me? - couple of weeks ago at arts canteen. laksa yong tau foo i remember!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't? - i guess i can tell you almost anything. hmm that you're a friend i'll never forget? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;15. Will you ever die for me? - HAHA lets hope it doesnt have to come to that. erps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*edited later on: ive decided to be kind n not tag the people after all. and also cos someone's complained they cant copy n paste from here. ctrl C next time hun (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114630663319672289?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114630663319672289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114630663319672289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114630663319672289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114630663319672289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/04/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114629183386315983</id><published>2006-04-29T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:52.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living a life that I can't leave behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no sense in telling me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wisdom of a fool won't set you free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that's the way that it goes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's what nobody knows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every day my confusion grows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like I never should&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever I get this way, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't know what to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not sure what this could mean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think you're what you seem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do admit to myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That if I hurt someone else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we'd never see just what we're meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114629183386315983?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114629183386315983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;got tagged to do this. but hey seriously, anything's better than mugging for exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ex&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I should&lt;/strong&gt; screw the exams and fly overseas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love&lt;/strong&gt; God, my family, and someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;understand&lt;/strong&gt; science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lose &lt;/strong&gt;track of people's birthday very often, sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People say &lt;/strong&gt;i have small eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is &lt;/strong&gt;patient, love is kind... check the Bible people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere, someone &lt;/strong&gt;cares for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always love you &lt;/strong&gt;sounds like a song title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever is &lt;/strong&gt;an overrated hyperbolic term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never want &lt;/strong&gt;to have to worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think the current US President &lt;/strong&gt;is rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I wake up in the morning &lt;/strong&gt;i check the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My past was &lt;/strong&gt;something i'd rather forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get annoyed when &lt;/strong&gt;im pmsing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parties are for &lt;/strong&gt;fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kisses are the best when &lt;/strong&gt;they're sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow &lt;/strong&gt;is another trying-to-not-slack-but-might-end-up-blogging day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really want &lt;/strong&gt;to travel round the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have low tolerance for &lt;/strong&gt;caffeine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114614413188290284?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114614413188290284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;this is for the people who have passed me donations to give to shufang and have in one way or another expressed their concerns. shufang's best friends have set up a blog for her where they'll keep everyone updated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://joanchanshufang.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://joanchanshufang.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114606060772328024?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114606060772328024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114606060772328024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114606060772328024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114606060772328024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-for-people-who-have-passed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114579519193020846</id><published>2006-04-23T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:51.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;seemed like just yesterday when we were all young, and carefree. its no small feat to keep together since years ago from primary school. and we're not prepared to let you fight alone now, not after all the years and the memories. glad you're home now with your most loved ones. and you'll always be in our prayers. we love you shufang! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114579519193020846?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114579519193020846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114579519193020846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114579519193020846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114579519193020846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/04/seemed-like-just-yesterday-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114568412878548806</id><published>2006-04-22T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:50.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;this is one driving experience you might never have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and so it was, it began when i was walking to the car, pressed to unlock the car from more than a metre away, and strolling towards the driver's seat. procedure involved (all in retarded slow motion cos it was early in the morning) throwing my bag onto the seat, strolling over to the opposite side to open the compartment to take out the silly i-havent-yet-reached-one-year-after-getting-a-license signs (wait n see, im reaching one year soon, byebye signs), sticking those signs on the front, and strolling to the back to do the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and then finally i got into the driver's seat and started fiddling with my handphone to plug in the handsfree and all. (note that all this while i havent started the engine yet) and the door automatically locked itself cos its been a while since i unlocked it but yet i havent started the engine (ahhhh safety features). so i thought, oh biggie, im in the car anyway, you wanna auto lock then go ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;big mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so i was cruising along out of the neighbourhood, and then i realised everytime the car passed by some little hump on the road it'll make a beeping sound. bewildered, i checked that yes its in D=Drive, yes i've released the hand brake (sorry i have a history of driving with the hand brake on n causing the back tyres to burn. yes i've breathed in much toxic rubber fumes). and so i just left myself in denial and thought ok whatever, i cant stop you from beeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;bigger mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so i reached the highway. drive.... hump (BEEPING)... drive... uneven road (BEEPING MORE)... drive... and then it came. SIREN NOISES from my car. in the middle of the highway, in the middle lane, in between everyone else... siren as in like freaking loud eeee-oooooreesss and whirling police-like sirens WHOOOOO-WHEEEEE WHOOOO-WHEEEEE.... and i was like WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;had to pull over on the road shoulder on a freaky bustling highway to check what the heck is wrong. i was already prepared to see some part of the car dropping off or something. (presumed the beeping was a warning and the sirens an ultimatum). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and then it hit me. i stopped the engine. took out the keys. clicked on that damn lock-unlock button to relock n unlock the car. finally the damn sirens stopped. (if you still dont understand by this point in time, MY CAR THOUGHT I WAS A CAR THIEF, remember how it auto locked as safety feature? apparently im not supposed to just ignore n start driving after it auto locks without engine running).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;not to mention i had to bid my time for a while before being able to cut back into the expressway from the shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114568412878548806?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114568412878548806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114568412878548806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114568412878548806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114568412878548806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-one-driving-experience-you.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114482918626777056</id><published>2006-04-12T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:50.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i saw the message &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i thought of what has been in my prayers all this while,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh God, please grant her a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114482918626777056?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114482918626777056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114482918626777056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114482918626777056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114482918626777056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-saw-message-and-i-thought-of-what.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114451985270144381</id><published>2006-04-09T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:50.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"we're the substitute people"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i live in denial of what i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i thrived in the decadence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;longing for the unattainable simplicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and it's crazy, how your scent lingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but we're the substitute people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and maybe that's why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;we don't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114451985270144381?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114451985270144381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114451985270144381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114451985270144381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114451985270144381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/04/were-substitute-people-i-live-in.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114433806333777094</id><published>2006-04-06T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:50.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mental note to self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;never ever drink on an empty stomach again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;tg settlers outing photos out soon, once i get them (i forgot my camera, whats new) and well, if i feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114433806333777094?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114433806333777094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114433806333777094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114433806333777094'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;joel's birthday, very belated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;nancy's birthday. those mahjong addicts. check out terence with a broken finger STILL playing mahjong. haha sorry nancy i HAD to put that pic. well at least you have rebec n me to accompany you in that erm, pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;shufang's birthday. hey sf we all love you! may you and your family be richly blessed. see you soon again k! hope you had a happy time (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114412157401701660?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114412157401701660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114412157401701660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114412157401701660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114412157401701660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/04/joels-birthday-very-belated.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114372130968775669</id><published>2006-03-30T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:49.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/2005-09-28%20142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/2005-09-28%20142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;this is how it went for moots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;this is how its gonna go for contracts tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;DEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114372130968775669?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114372130968775669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114372130968775669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114372130968775669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114372130968775669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-how-it-went-for-moots.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114357311633414267</id><published>2006-03-29T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:49.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8E8FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FCF3FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like your underwear to make you feel girlish and pretty. Let's hope you're a chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/"&gt;The Underwear Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do quizzes at 3plus am. when im too lazy to sleep. sleeping is good you know, but getting to it is a chore. to close msn, off laptop, change (sometimes), wash up, off lights, crawl to bed etc etc. you get the drift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114357311633414267?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114357311633414267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114357311633414267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114357311633414267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114357311633414267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-your-underwear-says-about-you-you.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114329609305893477</id><published>2006-03-25T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:49.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;special people are sent at the most unexpected occasions to bring you messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i give thanks for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;this was what striked me, a message brought by my moot partner, dear jean the dean (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and it was at the MOST (trust me) unexpected of times, while talking about moots, that she suddenly asked about my personal life. and then she gave me a whole new perspective. im not too sure if i ever considered it in context. but this definitely got me thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and what communion hath light with darkness? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;-- 2 Corinthians 6: 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;light was shed right at that instant. and i was pleasantly surprised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;thank you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114329609305893477?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114329609305893477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114329609305893477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114329609305893477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114329609305893477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/03/special-people-are-sent-at-most.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114304842375855220</id><published>2006-03-23T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:48.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i think everything is really piling up. or maybe everyone. in any case, i was fucking piqued tonight. and i couldnt watch american idol and top model in peace. though i was half trying to watch nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so, in my attempt to think of happier matters, i shall come up with a list of what to do during the three month break. the list will definitely grow, but tentatively it shall be a few main things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. holiday - korea, taiwan, thailand etc. everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. watch the whole series of desperate housewives properly this time. plus other dvds. lots of them. dvd marathon. i love it. its therapeutic. chilling with snacks n a mug of chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. shop. shop. shop. it's spring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. meet up with everyone. i am so guilty of disappearing acts. but i cross my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;5. spend lots of time with my family. i love home more, now that i stay away from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;6. drive around to places where ive never been before despite singapore being so weeny. and eat all the good food around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;7. possibly exercise more. possibly. me n mummy are contemplating signing up for yoga. which is really intimidating since im the most inflexible thing around. but with all these stress, i should learn meditation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;8. appreciate time n nature, which spells picnics and fishing! plus, reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;9. read all books i wanted to read. but had no time for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;10. hit. the. beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;11. maybe wakeboard. though that will give me super too tan skin. and one session is kinda expensive. we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;12. bake more cakes! in line with my delicious ambition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;13. oh dear, law camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;14. visit the children's home and play with the kids. they're really the sweetest things. everyone should try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;15. sleep more. and age slower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok i shall stop at a round number. will add on when i feel like it. great! im happier just thinking of these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;meanwhile reality check, tmr is moot practice again. zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114304842375855220?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114304842375855220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114304842375855220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114304842375855220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114304842375855220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think-everything-is-really-piling-up.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114287806692058781</id><published>2006-03-21T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:48.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;disclaimers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;to bren esp and evryone else who has made the same comment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am NOT too picky about guys. (but even if i am, why not! how can i compromise on such things right. haha) and bren, you've finally agreed that fine dress sense is impt ANYWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;to qy esp and whoever else who has said so:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am NOT high maintainence. haha i spend my own money only ok. (well maybe if i tie it back to the first point abt being picky abt guys and i find a rich husband, then i will spend my husband's money)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;on a side note, my plan to sleep early has failed again. my official shut down time is now 8pm. and i wake at like 2am. shheeeeet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114287806692058781?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114287806692058781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114287806692058781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114287806692058781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114287806692058781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/03/disclaimersto-bren-esp-and-evryone.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114269453591486574</id><published>2006-03-18T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:48.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;memo days are overrrrr!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh wells. it felt kinda 'unsafe' when i realised i was the only one to submit in the afternoon today for my class. but erm well. i didnt wanna be bound by it anymore. click upload n viola! freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's eleven now and im still pondering if it should be chill home or party out. lots of places to go tonight. but i have a feeling its gonna be chill home. i miss home too much nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;just caught a flick. it had some funny lines which sort of made sense in its own funny way, esp since &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;always tried to call me your princess n you the prince or sth. well sorry im not quite into such names i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"there are no princes in this world. there are only assholes, and assholes who pretend to be princes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"there are no princesses in this world. there are only witches, and witches who pretend to be princesses"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;go figure. meanwhile im celebrating temporary freedom this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114269453591486574?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114269453591486574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114269453591486574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114269453591486574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114269453591486574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/03/memo-days-are-overrrrroh-wells.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114240341006716422</id><published>2006-03-15T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:47.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;chih! this is freaky man. you know over the weekend i was thinking of you-know-who, and i felt that the both of us (me n you-know-who) were on a carousel (aka merry go round). my theory deviates from yours, but i do think that yours makes a lot of sense actually. though that is precisely what i fear most. being trapped in the never ending circle with the cheery music, as though the very chirpiness of it is mocking me and my predicament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyways, as i was saying, i was indeed afraid to be caught in this carousel, where everything seems beautiful, riding together on the seemingly majestic horses. the scenery is captivating, the music whirls you into a dreamland, it seems like happily ever after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;or so it seemed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;then you realise that suddenly the scenery all begins to look familiar. the music seems to be so cheery it is odious. and the worst is, the wooden horses go nowhere, but in circles. never-ending circles. i'm trapped within the carousel, with history repeating itself over n over again. it's as if no matter how far we've come, we still return to the starting point of zilch. and then we try once again, to enchant ourselves into the facade of it all, the pretty ideals of perhaps love and ever after. but at the end of the day, it is all the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it is time to hop off the carousel. to where, i cant tell. but it will definitely be firmer ground than wheeling around with you on a "merry"-go-round. waiting endlessly as what once used to be our world fades into emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yups but chih, i still like your analogy to the centre of the universe. neat (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114240341006716422?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114240341006716422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114240341006716422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114240341006716422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114240341006716422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/03/chih-this-is-freaky-man.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114208871370526511</id><published>2006-03-11T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:47.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You aint gonna bother me no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love just goes so far no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Woke up this morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and found I didnt care for you no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Never felt so good before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Youre down to my size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its over and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So honey, step down from your throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dont bother me none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Can take or leave you alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;From my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Skys aint grey no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Heres the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That Ive been waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got only one heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;One heart with no spares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Must save it for loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somebody who cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So you aint gonna bother me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No more, no more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Billie Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114208871370526511?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114208871370526511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114208871370526511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114208871370526511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114208871370526511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-aint-gonna-bother-me-no-more-no.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114183361883530344</id><published>2006-03-08T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:47.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;pigging on tarts and watching america's next top model is oxymoronic. but i dont care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;nikki the great neighbour doesnt forget us when she goes out for dinner. so she buys back food from the civilised world for us stuck in the island called Kent Ridge. and so we have this bearbun. and then it loses its ears. and then its nose. and then... oh the last's just how i feel after the carnivorous experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114183361883530344?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114183361883530344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114183361883530344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114183361883530344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114183361883530344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/03/pigging-on-tarts-and-watching-americas.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114167268850711885</id><published>2006-03-07T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:47.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; from classmates to neighbours to a member of the royal family. me and mel fool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114167268850711885?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114167268850711885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114167268850711885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114167268850711885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114167268850711885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/03/from-classmates-to-neighbours-to.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114166699890690661</id><published>2006-03-07T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:46.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;watched mrs henderson presents today with nikki n val. not too bad actually, though not as good as i expected it to be. pretty skirts, pretty props, good singing, good acting, nice breasts. the plot was alright. but nonetheless one of the better movies ive seen in a while. anyways a good part was... before the show i went to secret recipe to get a cake to eat in the theatre. then when i was paying, they told me sth too good to be true - cakes are one for one!!!!!! and so, we bought four. marble CHEESE, raspberry CHEESE, oreo CHEESE and choco banana. they rock. hehs. but im mildly sick of CHEESE for the day. just the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114166699890690661?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114166699890690661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114166699890690661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114166699890690661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114166699890690661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/03/watched-mrs-henderson-presents-today.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114137263712569705</id><published>2006-03-03T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:46.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sing-a-ling (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114137263712569705?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114137263712569705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114137263712569705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114137263712569705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114137263712569705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/03/sing-ling.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114132551575508966</id><published>2006-03-03T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:40.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A Farewell to False Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Farewell false love, the oracle of lies, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A mortal foe and enemy to rest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;An envious boy, from whom all cares arise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A way of error, a temple full of treason, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In all effects contrary unto reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As moisture lend to every grief that grows; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A school of guile, a net of deep deceit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A fortress foiled, which reason did defend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A siren song, a fever of the mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A maze wherein affection finds no end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A raging cloud that runs before the wind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A substance like the shadow of the sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A goal of grief for which the wisest run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A path that leads to peril and mishap, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A true retreat of sorrow and despair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A deep mistrust of that which certain seems, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A hope of that which reason doubtful deems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sith then thy trains my younger years betrayed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And for my faith ingratitude I find; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whose course was ever contrary to kind: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sir Walter Raleigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114132551575508966?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114132551575508966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114132551575508966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114132551575508966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114132551575508966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/03/farewell-to-false-lovefarewell-false.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114123410263595279</id><published>2006-03-02T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:40.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;bathroom conversation with val.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;me: i really dont know what's becoming of how people treat their relationships nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;val: ya! its like nowadays all you hear about mostly seems to be how people are so unhappy with bf/gf, break up, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;me: yeah i dont understand why now its so easy to do things to hurt people. i dont mean doing it with the intention to hurt them per se, but they just do the things that will or might hurt the other party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;val: ya i think it's how people are nowadays, it's the society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;me: yeah and it'll never go back to how simple it was in the past anymore do you realise? we've changed so much since then, but we can never go back to being simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;val: ya it's very sad actually, of cos there are still good people and couples out there la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;me: yeah but minority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;val: it's so much better being single if you cant find the right one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;me: yeah instead of finding a soulmate, you find trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and so it is. what is the world coming to when you have to lament about how people have changed while bathing. i hope no more trouble abounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you're like the pandora's box. dangerous yet you used to be so alluring. but you brought every vice, pain, suffering. and shut hope away. leave our story like a myth, so that soon we may never remember the true version anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114123410263595279?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114123410263595279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114123410263595279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114123410263595279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114123410263595279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/03/bathroom-conversation-with-val.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-114115429753272412</id><published>2006-03-01T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:39.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;today was a day for reconsidering why i would eventually want to marry a caucasian hottie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1) first and foremost because i've already decided long ago that when a man matures and grows older, he should be like Richard Gere. He is my choice of charming mature reliable fatherly husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;2) because being a woman innately, i have motherly instincts. and my very strong motherly instincts tell me i must plan for my little babies even before i know where the sperms to make them will come from specifically. and most mixed bloods are good looking. most. (i dont believe i'll be so suay). and so to ensure my kiddos will be the most gorgeous things, i must find some caucasian blood to mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;3) sex will be good. ok so i dont really know if they're bigger or what, but i mean, they say different race is exotic RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;4) because today in the library we met this rather cute and really amusing caucasian who was like the most gentlemanly guy ive seen in ages. and he spoke to us in his funnily accented chinese. see, friendly doesnt equals turn off if you just have that spark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5) because today in town two really cute caucasian tourists were standing beside me along the road trying to flag for a cab. and one of them asked the cutest question (ok must add in cute troubled look plus charming smile simultaneously. difficult right? see, you must be non-caucasian.) "may i know how do you get a cab around here?" and i pointed to the cab stand a distance away from us. and he winked "ahhh... i see. so we're the smarter people eh? (smiles)" wicked i know. hehs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;6) oh and because we all know singapore has expensive land and expensive vehicles. and for the same price i (or my future caucasian hottie husband) can get much bigger houses and cars back in his very beautiful homeland. (dont lecture me abt patriotism cos im not born here. ah.) and also because my dream is to live in a suburban cottage, baking pastries for my neighbours and their kiddos, reading my favourite books, and taking strolls to the nearby grocery store owned by the neighbour kind and grandfatherly Uncle.... Bob or something. so, as we all know, singapore doesnt even have a real SUBURBAN to speak of. so that's that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;as a disclaimer, its not as if local guys arent any good. just that... oh they just havent proved it yet (: we'll just have to see then. enough of thinking, hubby richard is asking me to have an early night. so caring i know. ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114115429753272412?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114115429753272412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's a girl in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wonder who she is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes I think I know her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes I really wish I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's a story in her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lullabies and goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When she's looking back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can tell her heart is broken easily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Cause the girl in my mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is crying out tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And there's nothing I can tell her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To make her feel alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh the girl in my mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is crying 'cause of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I wish there was something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Something I could do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I could I would tell her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Not to be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The pain that she's feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The sense of loneliness will fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So dry your tears and rest assured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love will find you like before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When she's looking back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know nothing really works that easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Cause the girl in my mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is crying out tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And there's nothing I can tell her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh the girl in my mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is crying 'cause of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I wish there was something I could do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't believe it's what I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That the girl in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The girl in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;shuffling songs on the ipod and hearing songs which used to be so familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-114105040813793120?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/114105040813793120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=114105040813793120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114105040813793120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/114105040813793120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/02/theres-girl-in-mirrori-wonder-who-she.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113959334142808968</id><published>2006-02-11T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:39.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;just finished lo hei-ing with the neighbours. though i dont like sashimi really, but the shouts for gd luck were funny. particular fav amongst all "walk on the streets find money!" haha. but after the afternoon playing squash at the guild house, and the hanging around at night, its time to sit down n read AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;as i plough thru endless lawr materials, i cant help but wonder for the millionth time, why am i doing this. whatever happened to pursuing your dreams and interests. whatever happened to just going ahead with doing things without having to think twice thrice and so on. time and again i would think what would life be like if i had just gone ahead to take literature and psychology here, or overseas. time and again when i see the books on my shelves now i wish they were still really literature books. i wish i was studying quotes of poets and authors instead of chief justices sometimes. i wish i was reading about beautiful people in faraway lands with beautiful imagery, instead of how you need consideration for a contract. i wish i could still see things in the ways i want to and write about them, and feeling the satisfication of doing exactly that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but time and again, i have to return here, to the real world, where grades and prestige matters. where i cant help but try to live up to expectations. where prospects matter. where everyone tells me, you're going to have a bright future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;if that is so, let me see the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113959334142808968?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113959334142808968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113959334142808968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113959334142808968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113959334142808968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-finished-lo-hei-ing-with.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113955943838734978</id><published>2006-02-10T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:39.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;frigging stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;read the wrong readings for crim law. ok so i didnt finish reading them anyway, but still i read like 3/4 of the designated readings. why, cos i forced myself to stay awake till i couldnt anymore. oh, and why i read the wrong readings? cos i frigging didnt pay attention during crim last session and missed him saying that we're gonna skip a topic. in case you didnt know, read wrong readings, doesnt mean that he's doing what i read another time, it means, he's scraping this topic from the exams, it means, i wasted my whole day doing zilch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and im hungry now. a hungry (king) man is an unhappy (king) man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;shooooooooot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113955943838734978?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113955943838734978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113955943838734978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113955943838734978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113955943838734978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/02/frigging-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113950345021171170</id><published>2006-02-10T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:39.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;if there's one thing i really need, its discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;was supposed to read legal theory, no i went for ihg closing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;was supposed to read legal theory after ihg closing, no i went MOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;was supposed to feel really guilty and do some readings the day after MOS, no i went TGIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;was supposed to be feeling really REALLY guilty now, no im blogging, and contemplating going for supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;if there's one thing i really need, it IS discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;on a side note, ever felt like you had something watching you all the time, something at the back of your head, something disturbing, something bad you can just feel it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh wait, its called LAWR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113950345021171170?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113950345021171170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113950345021171170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113950345021171170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113950345021171170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-theres-one-thing-i-really-need-its.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113930381439166973</id><published>2006-02-07T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:38.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/Image005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/Image005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/Image033.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;haha nikki asleep in my room a while after trying to read notes. as you can see, the notes are actually below her head so you must give her due credit for trying to absorb her notes into her head thru diffusion or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;osmosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/Image033.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/Image033.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;and meanwhile, im trying very very hard not to cough so as not to disturb that very scientific process of learning. *stifles another cough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;such is varsity life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113930381439166973?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113930381439166973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113930381439166973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113930381439166973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113930381439166973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/02/haha-nikki-asleep-in-my-room-while.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113887067657863921</id><published>2006-02-02T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:38.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;MY HANDS ARE TREMBLING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the million dollar question: do panadols have side effects? &lt;em&gt;damn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113887067657863921?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113887067657863921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113887067657863921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113887067657863921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113887067657863921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-hands-are-tremblingthe-million.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113845855166241683</id><published>2006-01-28T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:38.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/Image035.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/Image035.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/Image038.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/Image038.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;this happens when lawr gets too boring... you clean white bags that you uncontrollably bought. and you show bren your phone can edit photos, and psycho her to buy it as well. on a side note, im so peeved the price has seemed to drop. just like my digicam whom others buy for half price, phone prices drop in weeks too. i mean, dont they have a saying "early bird gets the (GOOD) worm"?! no, you see, you just get the shit deal. you pay more, and feel cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113845855166241683?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113845855166241683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113845855166241683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113845855166241683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113845855166241683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-happens-when-lawr-gets-too-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113845528899527795</id><published>2006-01-28T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:37.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;im curling up in a non aircon room, quilt over myself, and trying to actually get warmth from my trusty laptop's heat. thank God i still have my sense of taste so i didnt waste my reunion dinner food. i hear mahjong outside and my kiddo cousin is asking me to play incredible 4 on xbox. i said no thanks n he looked abit down, then turned his attention to my sister (who's incredibly reading her bio text on new yr's eve). my sister said no to his offer too, and he asked exasperatedly "why not!!" then my sister said "im studying". and my kiddo cousin went, "what sort of EXCUSE is that!" oh wells, if only i was still a kid whose only worry is making sure Dash can get pass his obstacles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yups, ive got a fever. on new yr's eve. and ive an assignment due 2359h later. how sick (both meanings intended) is that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i suspect my fever is due to the shrimp paste chicken supper at kr, and the bbq at chris's hse last night. not your fault chris, serious. im just complaining, cos its new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i gave up editing my assignment in the afternoon just now, and resigned myself to eating brownies (killing myself), and watching tv. that was until i couldnt stand the harsh coldness in the living room anymore. am feeling a bit woozy at the moment, ate the wrong kind of panadol. i mean, it said 'panadol extra'. naturally i would presume it to be the normal fever-curbing one, just the normal ingredients times two or something right. who knows panadol extra is only for pain relief and not fever. feeling absolutely boinked out. (maybe there isnt such a word, but yeah, i AM feeling 'boinked' out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;now its like every move i make requires three times of my normal strength, and every cough is linked to a headache. now my only consolation is, i hope my lack of appetite can help me lose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyhows i cant believe that we have a snow white assignment for lawr due in class on thurs. im sure we're all non chinese who dont happen to have relatives to visit and good food to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;im getting pins and needles from my current typing position already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;happy new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113845528899527795?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113845528899527795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113845528899527795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113845528899527795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113845528899527795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-curling-up-in-non-aircon-room-quilt.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113752128583612295</id><published>2006-01-18T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:37.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;think i should really start selling my stuff online. the shopping is getting a little out of hand. i shop even in school. i have a million items with tags still on in my rooms, both hall and home. who knows, i could make a business out of this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;have been good on resolution number 3b on my list. which is wake early. (3a is sleep early, working on it) which means i've been eating hall breakfast. lets just see how many permutations n combinations i can come up with for the choice of breakfast in hall. meanwhile, as with all other new year resolutions, the other points haven't quite materialised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i told you, that in the end, i will still have the last laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so, don't you run back to where you began, because then the process would have been for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;on a very very side note, i really havent found a way for liking lawr assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oops its 2:06am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mental note: resolution 3a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113752128583612295?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113752128583612295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113752128583612295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113752128583612295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113752128583612295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/01/think-i-should-really-start-selling-my.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113687306682707426</id><published>2006-01-10T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:37.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;bad morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;matches on a public holiday, rain rain rain, being disappointed by the game, rain rain rain, no proper lunch, rain rain rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;bad morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wish &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; could make it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113687306682707426?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113687306682707426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113687306682707426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113687306682707426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113687306682707426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113622780896790827</id><published>2006-01-03T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:36.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;colorgenics personal profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are tired of the various 'ups' and 'downs' of life at this time. If only you could win a lottery - or better still, be the heir to a large inheritance which would allow you to afford a life of absolute luxury. This day dreaming will shortly pass and whether you like it or not, sooner or later you will have to face reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the past there have been - and maybe there still are - many things that you have had to do without. You have now decided to set your sights on a position or situation that could give you greater prestige and which will afford you considerable self esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your involvements seldom measure up to your high emotional expectations and your 'needs' to be 'loved' and 'cared for' have in the past often led to extreme disappointment. But a change is in the wind - make a firm decision to start anew. Just 'think' it..and it will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The unwanted situation in which you presently find yourself is causing you considerable stress and frustration and your feeling is that whatever you try to do to remedy this is to no avail. You feel trapped. You want to get away from it all as you feel that you are banging your head against a brick wall getting nowhere. You have turned your aggression inwards and you are furious with yourself for not being able to achieve your goals. You need to go away, somewhere where there are less restrictions and where you can be free to make your own decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You are worn out - suffering from what has been described as 'burnout' and nothing seems to stimulate you to break away from this state of lethargy. This situation is causing an acute distress situation and not being able immediately to resolve the problems is exposing you to excess stress and tension. You are endeavouring to break away from this situation by withdrawing into a state of 'Never Never Land' - an illusory substitute world in which things could be as you would like them to be. Now is the time to take time-out - to relax. A short break is all that you need and you will find that matters will resolve themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how this, really makes me wonder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113622780896790827?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113622780896790827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113622780896790827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113622780896790827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113622780896790827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2006/01/colorgenics-personal-profile-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113506811465715546</id><published>2005-12-20T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:36.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ah ha! im back! with perfect ten crooning "thank God its Christmas" now. YES, thank God its Christmas soon! my favourite festive day! yesssssss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;had a nasty flu not long after i was in hk. am a sunshine kid, cant stand the harsh winter cold. ugh. and the polluted air made it hard to breathe. first day was good. spent 4 hours at esprit and spent a grand total of 800 spore dollars. first day eh. (honestly i had a fright when i saw the sum at the cashier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and then it got colder n colder, even with the heater in the house. brrrr. there was more (but calmer n more controlled) shopping. disneyland was alright only, since only the first phase is open till two years later, so the rides were really tailored for kids. think rotating tea cups n wooden horses and a hardly exciting rollercoaster. oh wells. grabbed a couple of mickeyish stuff over there. like the ear mufflers and the BBBBBEEEEEGGGGGG mickey hands i always wanted to get. hurhur. and we were trying to play scissors paper stone with it, attracting much unwanted attention. winks. the fake snow at disneyland was FOAM. ugh, as compared to the manmade real (oxymoronic i know) snow in ocean park. waited one good hour for the fireworks which were.... alright. think i wont step back into disneyland till its fully opened. checked out the disneyland hotels though, after a super long walk. it was... well, mickeyish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ate a good lot of good food. was never hungry for the whole trip. and we sadistic twits ate ice cream on purpose in the cold. i love yam ice cream. it can be my staple food. ok plus the fishballs and shiu mai (not the kind in spore). got a little scared of yumcha-ing after the fourth day though. and the cold made me miss home singapore. i officially announced that i would rather die of a heatstroke than in the harsh cold (a decision which got overruled this morning during bball ihg training in the sun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the fashion really rocks over there. and i dont even know why there are so many goodlooking guys. its like, i walk on the streets, every few minutes i see a cute or cool guy. on the train, on the buses, vans. well, everywhere. maybe its the fashion, even average looking guys or girls dress well generally. their fashion is elaborate such that, either you're damn stylish or you really suck shit. and most of them (at least the young people) are stylish. or maybe its winter, where you have more clothes on you. but still, more clothes but they're still NICE clothes. speaking of winter, there was such a wide range of boots, which will never see the light of day in singapore. so (as i said, i shopped more calmly after the esprit hoo-ha), no boots for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;another thing i noticed, as opposed to the closing trend of pacific coffee joints over here (think citilink), there are sooo many of them in hk. and they're all nice. just that, i dont like coffee. haha. wells, bbq on the second last night was waaaaaaaay... windy. hahah the food was good, so was the atmosphere with everyone around you all bbqing. groups and groups of people by the sea (thats why it was blardy windy). one of the pits became my fireplace to warm our hands. hurhur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, that's about it isnt it, shop eat sneeze shop eat sneeze in hk. photos when i feel like it. ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113506811465715546?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113506811465715546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113506811465715546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113506811465715546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113506811465715546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/12/ah-ha-im-back-with-perfect-ten.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113402824892454972</id><published>2005-12-08T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:36.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mambo last night was, i should say, eventful. almost classified it as the worst second to dxo the other time. but anyhows it was salvaged by the very amusing incidents towards the end of the night. so it was okay after all nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the start was really boring, yawned a grand total of who-knows how many times. drinks were overpriced cos one-on-one havent started yet. went duper early to skip the queue. but ended up having to wait for the others queuing anyways. met a thousand and one familiar faces, many long lost. but anyhows when eleven came it became frigging crowded and the dance floor started to finally get filled, albeit with sweaty individuals soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyhows the worst part started when we had to squeeze in and out of the crowd ten million times just to get to the bar, get to the loo, get to this get to that. didnt help that each time we came back to the dance floor we couldnt find the others cos apparently they got squeezed to a corner (NOT SAME SPOT MY DEAR PQ). and between all that jostling through the crowd feets were stepped on ten gazillion times. partying with a huge group always has its downs, by the time you come back from a loo trip and finally found the rest of the group, another person would wanna make a trip to the loo or bar again. great. and so that was how it got a little off for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;luckily, the night went on with slightly more amusing smses and incidents. and we had a heck of a laugh on the dance floor onlooking very reeeeally retro-ish dancing. there came a point where we just couldnt take it no more n gave in to laughing fits altogether admist the dancing (or wriggling) crowd. BUT all in good faith ok. i guess whatever happens on the night, is kept to the night. thats that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the end was a little of a trouble again, what with sitting and standing around waiting for who-knows-what. then the mercz cab refusing to take five people back to hall. and how after that there was this big problem about who can drive the car parked at hall and who to sleep where what not. you see ironically when there are more people, its harder to get the decisions quick. two (or more) minds are not necessarily better than one sometimes. to add on to the jabs, it poured.... with my laundry hanging out in hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyhows as i said it was an eventful night, with waking this afternoon welcomed by many many smses with questions. "are you ok?" "hangover?" "what happened last night?" "what did you see?" "who did you tell?" "why........." --- yawns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh wells, off to pepper lunch soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113402824892454972?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113402824892454972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113402824892454972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113402824892454972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113402824892454972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/12/mambo-last-night-was-i-should-say.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113385673130171738</id><published>2005-12-06T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:35.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;post exams so far has been a quick thing. shop, flicks, catching up, and suddenly ihg trainings have started and im actually blogging in hall now cos i.am.so.freaking.tired i cant drag myself to anywhere. i have trainings every single day except sundays, today is tues, and trust me, my whole bod is aching already. cant imagine two trainings back to back tmr. to think i should be going mambo tmr night. omg chih says "can dance better with wobbly legs!" ahhhh. thanks. but well, thank goodness im escaping to hk soon. rest for ten days at least (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;law bash was alright anyhows. nothing spectacular but wasnt as bad as dxo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;went ginza with val an hr ago after bball, was supposed to go little india but figured it was too far. searched highhhhh and looooow for the damn saloon thats supposed to be beside 7-11 so that we can do our brows which incidentally looks like LA BI XIAO XIN's now. but we ended up passing by the same shops over and over again, till we gave up and sat in macs for ice cream. which unfortunately destroyed whatever training we went through in the morning. great!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was just wondering if i preferred sentosa in the day or night. sentosa last night was almost like ghost town. no one was around at all, except the ticket lady when we drove in (duh like singapore ever gives you a chance to enter any place for free). it was just so damn quiet except for some damn i-dunno-what possible insect squeaking and freaking me out a couple of times. even the bars were empty. but day is good, sun sand and the beach. (and more revenue to speak of, for that matter). weather these days is crazy. when it rains it pours, literally. yet this morn i thought i would die of a heat stroke somewhere on the track.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;btw the new tagboard is really one heck of a twit. wait till i settle it when i finally feel like it. meanwhile i shall find solace in honeystars!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113385673130171738?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113385673130171738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113385673130171738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113385673130171738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113385673130171738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/12/post-exams-so-far-has-been-quick-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113293614579872575</id><published>2005-11-26T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:35.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i might slap/punch/kick the next person who askes me how torts was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;disclaimer: i absolutely have zilch intention to cause any personal injury. it was just a traumatizing incident. lesson of how you get screwed when you bum around too much (especially in a faculty full of freak muggers). on a brighter note, i will not have to look at jones and kidner anymore, IF i actually pass the module.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;contract is next friday and i can hardly imagine slogging another week. now if only i've ever tried to attempt the tutorials. sorry brrrrrrrrton. i will try harder next sem *cross my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;afterwhich, i shall leave all these and live in denial till the results are out. am returning to my homeland to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- visit new disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- eat eat eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- shop some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- eat some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- play some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;can start informing me what you guys want from there already. (just dont remind me your exams are over, or ask me how my exams were -- refer to disclaimer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;meanwhile, i shall stick to my recipe of mtv, honeystars and milk to calm down, works better than yoga, trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113293614579872575?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113293614579872575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113293614579872575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113293614579872575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113293614579872575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-might-slappunchkick-next-person-who.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113155685776567366</id><published>2005-11-10T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:35.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yet another month has past, i miss the smiles we all used to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;for all who have known me long n well enough, you know when i say im screwed for something, i do mean i AM screwed for that. for that matter, this time i think there is no more scraping thru the exams. yes they are here again. and this time, i smell much trouble brewing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;why do they expect us to mug like crazy within first three months of school? first it was play, then more play, then binder, and viola, its the end of a freaking semester. i am NOT in the mood for writing coherently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you know what, i should be starting on singapore legal system now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113155685776567366?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113155685776567366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113155685776567366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113155685776567366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113155685776567366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/11/yet-another-month-has-past-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-113065347779556894</id><published>2005-10-30T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:35.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things have been a whole flurry mess these couple of weeks. met mag outside the library just now and she said i look shagged. BINDER YOU SUCK YOU HAVE CAUSED ME TO LOOK UGLY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legend of zorro with chris last night or shld i say this morning (1215 flick). now i remember why i liked catherine zeta jones (: home at three, hot bath till 4 (since hall shower is so not hot), and tried bindering again. until i kept falling asleep for like twenty times at typing "Strunk v. Strunk". thank God there's hols next week, albeit still having to do bindering. just make my day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more time, and more excitement, and more fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-113065347779556894?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/113065347779556894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=113065347779556894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113065347779556894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/113065347779556894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-have-been-whole-flurry-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112919450892574571</id><published>2005-10-13T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:34.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=250 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E0EEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get a JD (Juris Doctor)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/jd.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're logical, driven, and ruthless.&lt;br /&gt;You'd make a mighty fine lawyer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/"&gt;What Advanced Degree Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112919450892574571?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112919450892574571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112919450892574571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112919450892574571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112919450892574571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-should-get-jd-juris-doctor-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112917725288020519</id><published>2005-10-13T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:34.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i see i must blog more to push the below entries away from visible sight. i guess after all these ive finally more or less seen through it. maybe it was two wrong people, with clashing personalities. or perhaps two right people at the wrong time, with me entering uni. nonetheless, there was something wrong which caused the eventual end, and its all too bad then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyhows, i really love these people (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;peiqin - you're always there and i know no matter what wacky thing i tell you, you can always accept it because, you're even wackier. hahaha. but thanks babe for being there at the worst of times, for understanding how i feel and yet trying to bring me to my senses. im really glad i met you. stop fretting over your.... various you know. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;brenda - haha stupid woman thanks for your insightful comments about men and thanks for always plopping on my room floor to accompany me (not withstanding the fact that you need a place to slack n slp as well) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;teresa - its been super long since ive seen you babe. but thanks for offering to organise boycotts and all sorts of revengeful plans. haha pls meet up soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;chih - hey babe! thanks so much for the nydc cheesecake! and offering your rm for bunking in! haha love listening to your scandal(s) and hrmm replying ON your msn! haha thanks for listening and letting me know that some people are just, not worth it. i love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mel - hello neighbour! haha thanks for your milk (or shld i thank john) and all your "he's such a girl!" comments. haha seeing you n john sometimes makes me feel that relationships arent such a torture afterall. hrmm. haha and stop spelling darth vader wrongly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;zexi - haha another one which i seldom see but always there. thanks for your smses all the way from down under. you're really one good pal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;christopher - i dont think you will see this actually, haha but thanks for your daily smses and updates about your navy life. i feel like im in NS too, you're not alone! and where is my chick? hrmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;chris (thammy) - thanks for your coffeebean cheesecake! it was really a pleasant surprise! haha ok you're my fav male squash capt (then again i only have one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;wilson - haha hello thanks for your mango dessert and offering your laptop for watching sweet november (can i watch corpse bride as well?) haha yeaps, thanks for listening to all my looong stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ken - tsk. i dunno why i see you then i think of "diu". seems like you say it most often. haha but anyways, thanks for your chocs n mango drink (although i did feel kinda retarded to count to 20 when you asked me to). and also the banana controversy. p/s that day i saw banana boxers. was so tempted to buy to disiao you. haha you another one so happy with gf like mel n john, that makes me so amazed. 50 months and no big fights? haha you better teach me how. hrmm.. do buy me something from bali end of the yr! (pray no bombs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;denise - dunno if you'll read this, but thanks girl for reminding me that certain things arent worth the effort. i wish you'll stay more in hall ): but i guess if you can get a car, its a better deal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;wm - hahahaha thanks for the eggtarts. and i wanna shop soon pls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;albert - you really suck (i know you dont know my blog) and no integrity. haha but thanks for cooking supper n buying yakult. haha although its been a long time since i talked to you abt vampire show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;if i left you out and you think i really shld thank you, haha let me know. and i'll decide whether to add you in. haha. meanwhile i see a fly on my window. must catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112917725288020519?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112917725288020519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112917725288020519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112917725288020519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112917725288020519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-see-i-must-blog-more-to-push-below.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112884819631758256</id><published>2005-10-09T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:34.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so painful. so so so painful. so hurting. whats there to be done. so painful. how and when can this stop. when can the pain stop. when is this going to stop hurting. so damn painful. smiled and said goodbye didnt i. people say its ok. people say its just this period. this period is so long. its not ok. i despise this. i hate this. i dont like this. its so hard. so difficult. taking so long. deleting the smses is painful. reading the emails is painful. seeing the photos is painful. being reminded of you is painful. the final talk was painful. and i see how ugly things have turned into from what was so beautiful. you say you regret it. i regret everything too. if ive ruined your life, you did that to mine too. and its about to stop.  and then it'll really be ok. and then i'll look back and feel nothing. and then i will be heartless towards you. you said i dont understand you, i said you dont either. you think im angry with you, im not. i hate to admit that i always have a soft spot towards you. but two months is enough time for brooding. and from now on, please just let me off. i just want to be happy, without you. thank you for your love, it hurts me too much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112884819631758256?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112884819631758256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112884819631758256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112884819631758256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112884819631758256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-painful.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112875256092676842</id><published>2005-10-08T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:33.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=250 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to take more than give in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112875256092676842?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112875256092676842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112875256092676842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112875256092676842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112875256092676842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-you-are-in-love-you-fall-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112861144816510824</id><published>2005-10-06T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:33.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=250 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/red.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passionate, fiery, and sassy.&lt;br /&gt;You're a total smart aleck who's got the biggest personality around.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smart aleck? biggest personality? *rolls laughing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112861144816510824?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112861144816510824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112861144816510824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112861144816510824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112861144816510824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/10/your-hair-should-be-red-passionate.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112860882929628015</id><published>2005-10-06T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:33.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=250 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"forced to break up with someone..." haha. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112860882929628015?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112860882929628015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112860882929628015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112860882929628015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112860882929628015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/10/keys-to-your-heart-you-are-attracted.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112860817318411112</id><published>2005-10-06T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:33.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time, sometimes the time just slips away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And your left with yesterday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Left with the memories &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I, I'll always think of you and smile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And be happy for the time I had you with me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though we go our seperate ways &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't forget so don't forget &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The memories we made&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please remember, please remember &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was there for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you were there for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please remember, our time together &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The time was yours and mine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we were wild and free &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please remember, please remember me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's just no sadder word to say &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's sad to walk away &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With just the memories &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's to know what might have been &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll leave behind a life and time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll never know again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please remember, please remember &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was there for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you were there for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And remember, please remember me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please remember, please remember &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was there for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you were there for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please remember, our time together &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The time was yours and mine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we were wild and free &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And remember, please remember me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And how we laugh and how we smile &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And how this world was yours and mine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And how no dream was out of reach &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I stood by you, you stood by me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We took each day and made it shine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We wrote our names across the sky &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We ride so fast, we ride so free &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I had you and you had me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please remember, Please remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112860817318411112?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112860817318411112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112860817318411112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112860817318411112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112860817318411112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-sometimes-time-just-slips-awayand.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112849118830316259</id><published>2005-10-05T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:32.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;im not as happy as i should be just because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- behind my smile there's a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- behind my faith for the future there's a hidden past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- behind closed doors there're tears falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- behind a strong facade there's a lost soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- behind my daily routine lies escapism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- behind my disdain there is still hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and behind all denial, i still feel the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;no more brooding. squash trials tonight (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;whoever said geminis dont really have split personalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112849118830316259?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112849118830316259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112849118830316259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112849118830316259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112849118830316259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-not-as-happy-as-i-should-be-just.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112824868781591597</id><published>2005-10-02T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:32.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=250 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 6pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Au Natural&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/au-natural.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!&lt;br /&gt;The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.&lt;br /&gt;Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.&lt;br /&gt;You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.&lt;br /&gt;Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha now you know, quizzes aren't always accurate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112824868781591597?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112824868781591597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112824868781591597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112824868781591597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112824868781591597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/10/your-seduction-style-au-natural-you.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112758634613066030</id><published>2005-09-25T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:32.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am fully utilising the wireless in my house (: loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;met up with zexi n chris just now. and im so glad we had a car. finally stepped into town like since forever. and met like alot of people. hrmm. spore's really kinda small. anyways i cant believe even on weekends, i have prata for supper. hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;zexi is still the same, as usual. chris seemed to have gotten a little less crazy. haha or maybe we're all tired. me.. i just got fatter. shudders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i just had to buy something at flash n splash cos it was like 15percent off and its the last day. usually i would have known abt the sale. and this time i only came across it so late?! and it was so freaking crowded its so hard to shop. argh, this is what island NUS does to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;gotta get val's present. anddddd watch ana n ron tmr at gombak. i am so dead. torts is so dead. sch is sucky ): grrrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wish i had the ability to make time stop. then i could save what could have been. andddd i'll have time to at least try to mug. groans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112758634613066030?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112758634613066030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112758634613066030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112758634613066030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112758634613066030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-fully-utilising-wireless-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112737727542805315</id><published>2005-09-22T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:32.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;to think im so sick of trying to study that im blogging an entry. (keyword: trying). i think my torts is really dead. but nonetheless, im due to go out in abt an hour. i think school is getting kinda stressful. i dont know, its only like the start of the second month. and pq is in japan?! while im slogging out here, TRYING to do some work. and i can guarantee my thoughts arent coherent. woops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hall bash was ooooo...kay. not that bad i guess. definitely better than TH's. although the music at first was really kind of... slow.. and abit cheesy (backstreet's back?), at least it isnt trance. thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sent joan off at the airport ): we'll miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its already been more than a month. and i do miss you, albeit less and less each day. if you ever see this, i can only say sorry. and if you want to blame me, i cant stop you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there there, shreds of my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112737727542805315?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112737727542805315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112737727542805315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112737727542805315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112737727542805315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-think-im-so-sick-of-trying-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112395882170688664</id><published>2005-08-14T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:31.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i have this premonition that i wont have a blogging mood anytime soon. but since its been really rather stagnant. i must do my part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- temasek hall bash at DXO last night really was BAD. the music is trance-like, there was absolutely no one dancing, they spent like a good half hour with lights fully on shifting equipment n mopping the floor. moved to chinablack after that which we mistakenly thought was free entry. and hence, after all the cabbing etc. im so broke. law bash tonight is at DXO again. hrm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- IBG soon. i cant imagine training at 6am. i have this bump on my forehead, ache on my neck and bruises on my knees, due to frisbee. but i like frisbee (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- am feeling absolutely like a slacker as compared to the other law people. i havent read any notes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112395882170688664?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112395882170688664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112395882170688664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112395882170688664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112395882170688664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-this-premonition-that-i-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112342435013551865</id><published>2005-08-07T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:31.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am shagged! seriously. after i got home from rag on sat i slept like 14hours straight man. the night before rag i hardly slept a wink. was at the biz rag site bringing some of them milk n cereal. courtesy of my hall room. haha. rag day itself was tiring. scorching hot sun. juggling between biz, kent ridge and law. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;by the way, for those who dont already know (where have you been?!), i've transferred to law faculty. i miss the people in biz though. there're quite a handful of st nicks people in law actually, but guess cos i didnt attend law camp n most of the orientation, i dont feel the whole law thing yet. somehow i feel that law is a little segregated from the rest of the school, worse when we shift to bukit timah campus next yr. lectures actually start tmr. with my screwed up timetable, which i apparently dont get to choose, unlike in biz. but i guess its God's grace that i was given this chance to pursue what i wanted to study in the first place. i just pray that it'll all go well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyways off i am to marina to watch fireworks tmr! (: hope it doesnt get too crowded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112342435013551865?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112342435013551865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112342435013551865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112342435013551865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112342435013551865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-shagged-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112192421590636549</id><published>2005-07-21T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:31.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm in Block E in KR. i think mel is too, right? haha. but i'll be missing most of the camp anyways, cos of piano exam, and cos i seriously feel that 2 weeks is too damn long for a camp. well, if i hear that the camp's good then i'll go on either fri or sat, if it isnt, then too bad, i'll go on monday, when school starts. damn i cant believe school's starting, finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112192421590636549?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112192421590636549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112192421590636549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112192421590636549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112192421590636549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-in-block-e-in-kr.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112152758355126111</id><published>2005-07-16T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:30.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yesterday was my driving test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it started raining, no, POURING, the minute i was walking to the test car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;the first thing he tested was the damn ramp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and for the first time throughout all my ramp practices, one wheel went up first and the whole car rocked like a rollercoaster. it wobbled like crazy. and i could hardly see clearly out of the windows cos of the torrential rain. i've never driven in rain before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;after all these nerve-wrecking shit, and watching the examiner look through my checklist, im sorry to say that.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you guys can endanger your lives by sitting in my car! yay i passed! wahaha. muacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112152758355126111?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112152758355126111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112152758355126111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112152758355126111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112152758355126111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/07/yesterday-was-my-driving-test.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112119442704256495</id><published>2005-07-13T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:30.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;whats left of a couple when the passion's gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;for all this time, when i see an old couple together holding hands or walking together blissfully, i thought maybe true love does exist after all. love that lasts after the initial passion fades, love that endures the tests of time, love that surpasses the cruelties of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT&lt;/em&gt;. (there is always a '&lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;' boys n girls.) who really knows what went on in that supposedly loving couple's lives? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe they each had affairs to satisfy their selfish selfs earlier on in the relationship, and each didnt know or didnt mind about the other's affairs. and as they always like to say, ignorance (or feign ignorance) is bliss. and so now we see them, hand in hand, smiling as they walk in the park, hiding a frivolous past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;or of course (sorry guys i just had to think this way), maybe the man had an affair(s) and the woman forgave him after she found out. probably cos she so called loved him too much, or maybe women just tend to act silly in certain matters of the heart. thats why now we see them (again) hand in hand, smiling as they walk in the park. this time, the woman trying to bury a past she would rather forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;or maybe, both didnt have affairs, but they only stayed with each other habitually, just cos each was too used to having the other around. in some ways, mankind is built to resist change. and so now we see them (you know whats next), hand in hand, smiling as they walk in the park, hiding the desire to know what could have been if they had the guts to venture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe, perhaps, the love has long since vapourized with time. yet life is not just about feelings. the practicality of life sets in with children, money, houses etc etc. and in the end each of them knows that the best viable decision is to remain status quo, remain together. and that is why, we can see them hand in hand, smiling (well they had to stay together so might as well be happy with it. fake it if you cant make it) as they walk in the park, wishing deep inside that life wasnt all that practical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so tell me, what actually are the odds that the old couple you see in the park, hand in hand and smiling, truly in that kind of selfless, obstacle-surpassing, timeless love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112119442704256495?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112119442704256495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112119442704256495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112119442704256495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112119442704256495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-left-of-couple-when-passions.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112093279157497634</id><published>2005-07-10T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:30.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/1600/dream%20shoe!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="264" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7438/689/320/dream%20shoe%21.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nike Stussy Dunk Low SB&lt;br /&gt;Limited Edition (72 pairs)&lt;br /&gt;Out on 7/7/2005&lt;br /&gt;Sold out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently cheapest on ebay is 210&lt;br /&gt;but the worst thing is that, its supposed to be for guys so the smallest size i saw offered so far is US9. my dream shoe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112093279157497634?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112093279157497634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112093279157497634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112093279157497634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112093279157497634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/07/nike-stussy-dunk-low-sb-limited.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112085164502969674</id><published>2005-07-09T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:30.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;am addicted to a new self entertaining hobby - digging up old cds n playing them at unearthly hours. after all, how long more can i fully utilise my stereo? and the reason why im saying this is... my application for Kent Ridge has been approved. not much elation though, perhaps has got something to do with size of the room. just perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyhows, sorry chih lin for not being at indochine (wonder if you're there). but it was nice to meet you in town nonetheless. which reminds me, that shopping is seriously becoming addictive. or maybe its the guilt-free act of presenting your card to the cashier. with no cash, you just dont feel the pinch as much, if any at all. here i am, staring at my wardrobe n cupboards n whatever bags strewn all over the floor, knowing that some of them i'll nv even use more than once or twice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i STILL like shopping. hahaha (: yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont know why is blogspot still in chinese! the language function so doesnt work. meanwhile, just heard my recent 'ear-candy', think: ashton kutcher with dumb look with guitar. alright alright, think bon jovi instead - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;these five words i swear to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;when you breathe i wanna be the air for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i live and i die for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;words cant say what love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112085164502969674?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112085164502969674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112085164502969674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112085164502969674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112085164502969674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/07/am-addicted-to-new-self-entertaining.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-112006043362142757</id><published>2005-06-29T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:30.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;as you might have noticed, blogging is becoming a bit of a chore, hence explaining my long disappearances. but not to worry, im still alive n kicking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i think im in need of some new excitement in my life. there has got to more to life, left to be unravelled, discovered, savoured. meanwhile, piano exam n driving test is closing in, am undecided which is worse. oh and advanced placement tests for bizad modules, which i don't know who else is taking. i NEED something more to life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;why cant i just get away to some foreign land and spend my days in a nice cosy cottage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;or maybe a luxurious palace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;or a bustling city where i can shop all day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;or a quiet little town with nice neighbours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i swear i might have split personalities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-112006043362142757?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/112006043362142757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=112006043362142757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112006043362142757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/112006043362142757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/06/as-you-might-have-noticed-blogging-is.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-111902888346352731</id><published>2005-06-18T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:29.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont know why, but blogspot's in chinese right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyway went for dinner with pq, joel and joan at marina. poor pq lost her phone, which we sort of suspect is stolen by some guy who cleared the table. and im so freaking full now i need to puke. and dinner has already been over for like almost three hours. argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-111902888346352731?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/111902888346352731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=111902888346352731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/111902888346352731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/111902888346352731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-dont-know-why-but-blogspots-in.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-111850702067506669</id><published>2005-06-12T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:29.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;been watching joel's dvds of the simple life. *echoes in backgrd "this hilton you must be worth a trillion bucks"* am going to get an overdose of bitchiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anyhows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;xtina: chih said you paid already! i didnt know you haven't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;joan: haha you're different! you probably can survive much better than i can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;peiqin: haha business n arts separated by (grits teeth) law! haha anyways, my slacking lifestyle is making me grow.. eh ask your cousin whether can get the california fitness thing la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and on another note, i quite like the munchie monkey cafe opened by some nus business students. i realise im not talking coherently today. must be the lack of sleep. tatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-111850702067506669?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/111850702067506669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9461493&amp;postID=111850702067506669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/111850702067506669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9461493/posts/default/111850702067506669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alluringglamour.blogspot.com/2005/06/been-watching-joels-dvds-of-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>king</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13168664739310438348</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9461493.post-111824591912307440</id><published>2005-06-08T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:09:29.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha this entry is NOT by order from dearest princess melody. as you might infer from fairytales n whatsoever sources, KINGS do NOT accept orders from princesses. hahaha. esp princesses who still owe birthday presents. ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;am too lazy to blog about birthday. it was good nonetheless. love all of you. muacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;as most of you already know, i've made the popular decision to.... stay in singapore. haha although still can change my mind since sch in aussie starts like next yr. well i don't know. its just overwhelming thinking of surviving there for five yrs slogging through double degree. and the thought of going there alone, COOKING, LAUNDRY, finding a house in the first place, i dont even freaking know how to plug a telephone line. see? im not ready i think. but its like, i gotta learn sometime right. sighs. alright, tell me.. does business at NUS have prospects? i realised that if i double law n commerce in aussie, chances are, i'll work there in the future. then its bye bye singapore. hrm. but education is costly man. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;meanwhile, since im more or less decided on staying, am going to NUS with chih lin tmr to check out n pay for the hostel accommodation. woo hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9461493-111824591912307440?l=alluringglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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